Page 16 of Frenemies
His brows knit together, and I could see his mind playing out possible scenarios. None of which would be too pleasant for Mike.
“Will you stop tormenting the poor boy,” Jaz reached out and placed her hand on Roach’s arm. “I spoke to Lane yesterday. She doesn’t have a date with anyone.”
Ugh, killjoy.
Roach’s glare snapped back to me. “You think this shit is funny?”
Yes.
I gave him a fake frown in response. “Oh, boo-hoo. Maybe you should stop complaining, put on your big boy pants and just ask the girl out.”
He reared back as if I’d slapped him.
“Lane is like family.”
Uh-huh.
“I don’t want to ask her out.”
Sure you don’t.
This time it was his angry finger pointing at me. “You have a sick fucking mind.”
I’m not the one that wants to bang my best friend’s little sister. And if I did, I’d have enough balls to go for it.
“You know what? Fuck you,” he spun around and yelled over the crowd in the room. “Tawny get over here and suck my dick.”
I watched the sweet butt across the bar scuttled over to follow Roach down a hallway. Why did guys always do that? Instead of going for the person they really wanted, they shoved their dick in someone else like they had something to prove. You didn’t see girls doing stupid shit like that. Then again, we didn’t have a little head hanging between our legs controlling our actions. Men were slaves to their dicks, which was why you couldn’t take sex seriously.
Jaz shook her head and returned to washing glasses. “Why do you insist on tormenting that boy?”
I rolled my eyes. If anyone was asking to be tormented, it was Roach. Maybe he shouldn’t have flipped me off when we first met, but try telling her that. Don’t get me wrong—I liked Jaz.
She had bigger balls than most of the men I knew and saved my Louis Vuitton purse when Tanner tried to toss it in the trash, but she needed to stop playing momma bear.
As I wiped off the spot Roach messed up, I couldn’t help but wonder what Chase was doing. Was he alone? Did he miss me? Was he okay? That was the thing I was really worried about—Chase wasn’t okay before, and now. . .
How far up the rabbit hole had he fallen? How many pieces of his soul was I going to have to put back together? And I would put him back together even if I had to drag him out of that hole kicking and screaming.
Tanner plopped down on one of the bar stools. “Did you seriously cut Roach off?”
“Yeah.” My eyes locked on the plated sandwich he set on the bar. “So, what?”
He laughed and said something. Not sure what it was, though. I couldn’t stop staring at his pickle. My mouth watered as a fat drop of juice rolled along the green skin.
That looks really good.
“Hey,” Tanner slapped the bar. “Did you hear me?”
“Of course, I heard you.” I snarled, then cocked my head at the plate. “You gonna eat that?”
I didn’t wait for him to answer. I just reached out, snatched up the pickle, and bit into it. The sour juices rolled across my tongue, sending sparks of enjoyment down my throat.
Nothing had ever tasted this good. I was a bit disappointed when it was gone. I would’ve asked where he got it if I hadn’t noticed Jaz and Tanner staring at me with wide eyes.
“What?”
Jaz gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Are you feeling okay?”
